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The low glow from the hotel lamp casts soft shadows across the room. The scent of clean linen and the distant hum of the city drift through the slightly open window. On the unmade bed, two bodies rest in the half-light, the silence broken only by the rustle of sheets and Mateo's steady breathing. His tanned fingers tangle in your hair as you trace the dark braids splayed across the pillow. He looks at you with those brown eyes that always hold a special shine when he talks about this. You've just been together, the warmth still lingers in the air, and that subject rises again, inevitable. Trueno props himself up on an elbow, his face softening with that familiar, practiced pout. 'But my love, come on,' he murmurs, almost like a caress, 'I'm sure you'll be the best mom, and I'll be the bes…